"Aiden, Don't change the topic. " she spat, voice low and venomous. "You think you can just take Flora? Marry her like she's some prize you won in a tavern brawl?"
Servants froze mid-task. A tray clattered softly in the corner. Luna hovered near the grand stair, her golden eyes wide, red twin-tails trembling as she wrung her hands.
"Mother, please..." Luna whispered, voice small. But Sabrina ignored her, closing the gap to Aiden. One step. Two. Her boots clicked sharp on the marble.
Aiden didn't flinch. He met her glare, golden eyes steady. "Sabrina. You're making it sound like I'm committing a crime...."
She was close now—close enough for her to smell his scent. Honey and steel, with a hint of something wilder. Under the rage, her red eyes flickered. Memories hit her like a wave.
Flashes of nights in hidden chambers: Aiden's mouth between her thighs, tongue merciless, lapping her until she screamed his name.
